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Chapter 256 - 219: Follow the Prophet or Follow God?_3

Chapter 256: Chapter 219: Follow the Prophet or Follow God?_3

"Our Prophet,

he does not act according to human desires, he acts according to the will of God.

Since the actions of the Prophet are the will of God,

then...

how could God deny himself?!"

Xilan’s words, falling in the rain-drenched New Rule Garden, ignited like a great fire, burning away the muddy silence.

The listening Daniel, after stiffening, was engulfed in immense trembling.

Daniel remembered, in the records of the "Second Prophet Book," the words of the Prophet.

Yes...

The Prophet did not act according to human desires, he acted according to the will of God!

Lightning slashed across the night sky; Hermit Naya slowly widened his eyes.

He had never thought that Xilan could give such a response.

"Not to act according to human desires, to act according to the will of God..."

Hermit muttered in astonishment.

This response contained the supreme pursuit of faith.

Even though the Hermit came from Heresy, even though he served Kagawus, there were some things that were common between their hearts, with not the slightest barrier.

If it could shake one person’s soul, naturally it could shake another’s!

That night, in the stormy New Rule Garden, the Hermit no longer questioned Xilan.

For the most difficult question had been answered by Xilan, the most challenging situation had also been experienced by him.

Hermit Naya, like a learned and erudite Sage, posed various doubts to Xilan, who after hearing them, provided his own insights.

And Xilan too, in the process, gradually perfected his thoughts, enhanced the faith of the Church, benefiting greatly.

Dawn passed through the embrace of the night, slowly descending upon the sky canopy, revealing the pale light of dawn; the sun that had set was to rise again today.

Hermit Naya rose from his long sitting, prepared to depart after easing his limbs, but was detained by the Prophet’s Disciple who said he wanted to pray for the Hermit.

Time had reached the early morning, the sky bathed in a tranquil pale yellow, and hundreds of people came from the streets, supporting each other, arriving in front of New Rule Garden.

Dong, dong, dong...

As the church bells rang, the people unanimously knealt down, facing the altar, hands clasped together. Here, their bodies were almost in destitution, yet their faces were calm and peaceful.

Hermit Naya watched all this.

He heard these people praying:

"God, do not grant me glory.

Please clothe me in sackcloth, bestow upon me thorns."

In Hermit’s ears echoed the unanimous prayers.

For some reason, those aged eyes suddenly became moist.

He had seen too many people pray, asking Divine beings for wealth, seeking glory from Divine... their desires seemed never satisfied; even if momentarily gratified, they would later demand even more.

The Hermit’s heart echoed that prayer.

"God, do not grant me glory."

In this world,

who else would pray like this?

Such a prayer might have been chanted by some, begged by others, but it had not been mentioned for a long time, it seemed to have dissolved like smoke, and the Hermit had not heard such a prayer in a long time.

After a while, the church bells rang again, the prayers ended, and those frail bodies rose from the ground, their eyes filled with sincere faith.

"Why do you pray like this?"

Hermit asked Xilan.

"Because...

God has given us enough revelations, and His grace is sufficient for us to squander."

With his hands clasped, Xilan softly replied:

"Because...

in that past, God had shed tears for us, made sacrifices for us."